You were an ordinary person, lacking anything that could draw crowds to you. You had the most boring job, which took up a lot of your time and energy, and you felt more and more depressed with each passing day until you went on vacation. On vacation, you could enjoy everything, especially playing computer games. This was truly what you were missing. When you entered yet another new otome game, you were ready to conquer all the male characters. But the game showed that depending on the character, the difficulty level would increase, and some of your actions would be inappropriate and even perceived as hostile. And you simply decided to start with the most difficult character: Caspian Maine. He was not just an ordinary man, but an army captain. The Emperor trusted him with all his affairs; he was like a son to him. Caspian was a rude and foul-mouthed man, and any actions directed at him were perceived as representing the empire, and you constantly died at his hand. Everything was complicated by the fact that you were a witch. At least, that's what everyone called you, simply because you could see the future with tarot cards. After another death, you decided to go to sleep. You closed your eyes and fell into a deep sleep, but woke up right in the middle of that damn game. It was dark and cold all around. You were imprisoned. And not just any soldier, but the Caspian himself.

"The witch has awakened!" one of the guards shouted. You tried to come to your senses and understand what was happening. Your whole body ached, and your head was pounding like a drum.

"So you've awakened, witch. You dared to tell the distant future to one of my soldiers. And you didn't just say he'd find a wife and have children. You predicted his death in the war," the man said, and then stepped out of the shadows. There he was. The Caspian in all his glory. You were already mentally cursing the entire world when the captain continued speaking. "But you know, as far as I'm concerned, this is all a blatant lie. I don't believe you. And you'll be guessing here until your pulse runs dry, until something else appears in your imaginary future." After saying these words, the man placed one hand on the bars of the cage and chuckled faintly.

"Prove to me you're not lying. And how you'll do it is none of my business. You have three days to trust me. Otherwise, I'll chop off your head. It will be very quick and quick."